I had been in the public library for hours pouring over books for a report I was doing on civil rights for my history class. I was taking the gay rights angle after a suggestion of a friend. I knew it would be edgy enough and something not done in my moderately conservative mid-western College. I had been skimming through book after book of gay and lesbian activists with out getting the meaty substance I wanted and needed for the report. I heard call from the librarian downstairs that the library was going to be closing down for the night. Following this announcement about half of the lights turned off. I looked around startled but didn't see anyone else in the building, was it nine o'clock already?
Stretching, I looked through my books and grabbed the ones I thought might help dumping the rest in the waiting trolley. I always thought the trolleys were funny things, instead of risking disarrangement and having people put books away for themselves, we were supposed to throw our unwanted books there and some one would clean up after us. Such is America and Americans. Armed with my nine or ten books, I made my way down stairs to the check out desk.
Once downstairs, I didn't see anyone, not even a librarian. All but two lights were out and I was worried that I had been locked in. It was the start of a three-day weekend and that would be a very bad thing. The building was old and didn’t have any pay phones that I knew of. The only phone that I did know of was the one in the office, which was now dark and locked.
I set my books down on the check out desk and worriedly scanned the floor for some one. I could just leave my books and find and exit. There had to be one somewhere. But I needed the books, the report was due Tuesday. I would never just take them with out checking them out. I wouldn’t be able to do the report with out guilt. I spied a girl my age sorting through magazines on the periodical shelf. I wandered over to her and stood behind her, but she didn't seem to hear me walk up so I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ahhhh!" She screamed and whirled around drooping the newspaper she was refolding. I stared at me clutching her chest. "Yes?" She asked trying to sound casual but breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I said with a small smile that was twitching its way into a big one. "I just need to check out those books for a report." Her still wide eyes followed my pointing finger to the desk. She nodded silently and started to walk toward the desk. As I followed her, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She had longish curly chestnut brown hair, and almond shaped brown eyes. Her build was a cross of an opera singer and a milkmaid. Some muscle and some softness. The type of women I find very striking. She also wasn't wearing much make-up, just a touch of lipstick and perhaps mascara. About the same amount that I wore when I was at work or just wanted to look professional.
We got to the desk and she begin going through the books and stamping them. I noticed her raise an eyebrow at the selection and sneak a glance at me. "I'm doing a report on gay civil rights." I explained not wanting to give the wrong impression.
She nodded and picked a book reading the back. "This author is really good, are you using anything else by her?" She asked.
"No, and I think that's the only book that'll help me too." I answered a little dismayed.
"I know we have at least a few more books by her. Do you want to look for some more? I can help you look." She said stamping the last book.
"OK, but only if you don't mind staying a bit late. You must have been here all day already." I helped her to stack the rest of the books.
"No, I come in the last hour of the day so I can sort through the books and check in the ones in the drop. I'm not really a librarian, just an assistant. The longer I stay the more I get..." She stopped suddenly when our hands collided grabbing for the last book. The touch lingered and she smiled at me a very sly smile.
"Um...OK, where abouts would the other books be located?" I asked trying to distract her and very possibly, myself from her eyes.
"Right up here, in the back." She coming around the desk and leading the way up stairs. Again I found myself looking at her beautiful body. I was straight, but had had a few same sex encounters, mostly at the request of boyfriends. I wasn't watching where we were going and realized that we had gone into the far corner that was particularly dark. Suddenly she stopped, and I, who had been looking at the dark shelves, promptly ran into her. She and I went down in a tangle of arms and legs.
"I'm sorry!" I said as I tried to untangle myself from her. "Are you OK?" We had gotten lose from each other and she twisting her arm around to looking at her elbow. "Are you hurt?" I said looking at her worriedly trying to see what had happened in the dim light.
"I'm fine, I just scratched my elbow a bit, but I'm no wussy don't worry." She smiled at me and started to get up.
I scurried up first, "Here, let me help you up." I reached out a hand. She took it and pulled herself up smiling at me. God that smile was killing me. Maybe I wasn't so straight after all.
"Thank you, lets go into a bit more light, I think this may be bleeding." She said trying to look at her elbow again. I nodded and followed her. It was indeed bleeding and she washed it in the water from the drinking fountain on the far wall. I blotted it for her with my T-shirt. I didn’t want her to get blood on her white blouse…her tight, white, thin blouse. Oh dear, this was going to be interesting.
“I’m really sorry,” I started again. “It was really dark and I didn’t expect you to stop so…” I was silenced in mid-sentence by her finger on my lips.
“I said I was ok, don’t worry, I’ve worse on my nieghbour's farm.” I smiled at her. “What?” She asked looking at me oddly.
“Before, I was thinking you had the body of a milk maid, soft and…”I chewed my lip, what was I getting myself into? And Why? She looked at me impoloring me to continue with those brown eyes. At first glance, the look innocent, but now I knew they were capable of seducing a nun. “Soft, but strong.” I finished looking into her eyes, lost in the depths.
She smiled almost shyly and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “Thank you,” she paused and wrinkled her brow, “I think.”
I laughed, “Yes that is in fact a complement…well, from me any how. I think women that look like that...like you, are very beautiful." Now it was my turn to smile shyly and look at the ground. She had been leaning on the fountain, but now she walked to me and stood inches away from me. My breathing increased in speed as she lifted my head with a hand on my chin. We were almost the exact same height and I had no choice but to stare into her beautiful captivating eyes, I think she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
She stepped closer and our lips met. At first gently, shyly. Then harder, with much more need and hunger. We groped at each other for a few seconds and fell to our knees still kissing. "Ouch!" We cried out in unison. We had hit the tile floor around the drinking fountain hard at the same time. We both slumped over and began holding and rubbing our knees. At the same time we started to laugh together. It was mostly a nervous laughter, but there was some mirth mixed with it as well.
"So," I started hesitantly with a grin. "How about those books?"
That brought a huge laugh out of her. "They're over there, where... we collided." I bit my lip and looked at the ground at the memory. Not just because I felt bad about it but because I remembered the feel of her soft body under, on top of, and entangled with mine. She got up and I followed her, but not to close. I was being careful to watch where I was going this time.
She stopped again at the end of the stacks, and ran her hand back and forth on the spines of the books while muttering to herself. "I know they're here. I've shelved them around here somewhere before."
I kneeled a little to the right of her and helped the search. "Here!" I said after about a minute. "Boy this library is organized strange." I observed.
"Tell me about it." She said folding her legs underneath her and sitting beside me. "It's like Dewy Decimal on crack! I hate sorting them. A lot of people try to put their books away and don't know how it works. That's why we have the carts."
I looked at her in the semi darkness with my eyebrow raised. "On crack?" We both burst out laughing. "That just gives the funniest mental image!" We both dissolved into laughs again as I bit my tongue knowing I was guiltily of that particular offense many times. My thoughts scattered when she raised her hand to her mouth and in bringing it down again, brushed my thigh.
She ran the offending hand lightly up my thigh and I felt my skin leap to life and tingle at the stimulus. Our eyes met and I raised my hands to her face caressing it softly. "There..." She paused looking uncertain.
"What?" I asked prodding her gently.
She took a deep breath, "Only if you want to I mean, there are some…some beanbag chairs over there in the corner." She finished pointing in an even darker corner.
I stood up and reached out a hand for her. "No." I said simply. She looked up at me midway through standing looking startled, a little hurt, and very confused. "Not until I know your name, you little temptress.”
She smiled grandly, “You’re pretty tempting yourself you know. I’m Sarah.” She offered and cocked her head looking at me to take my turn. “And you ma'am?”
“I’m Robin,” I grinned, “Nice to meet you.”
She smiled back, “Very nice to meet you, Robin.” She took me by the hand and led me to the beanbag chairs. We kneeled facing each other and began kissing again.
I pulled away and chewing my lower lip looked at the ground. “What’s wrong?” She asked worried, “Do you not want to?”
“No, it’s not that it’s just that I don’t have much experience with women. I'm straight, I think, but I want to do this." I looked at her with concern and wrung my hands worrying what her response to my confession would be.
She chuckled and took my hands. "Don't worry, that just means I'll have to take control. Just do what I say." She pulled me close and kissed me again. I kissed back strongly. She slipped my T-shirt over my head kissed down my neck. I reached out to unbutton her blouse, but she gently pushed my hands away. "No, not yet. Let me lead." I nodded and lowered my hands into my lap letting her proceed with her will. Sarah reached around my body and unbuckled my bra sliding it down my arms. She leaned me back and unbuttoned my jeans, I lifted my butt for her and she slid them down and off.
She eyed my silver bikini underwear with a raised an eyebrow and a sly grin. "These are nice, cute." I blushed and smiled. She slowly lowered my underwear and tossed them away into the darkness. My heart was beating wildly as she slid her hands up and down my body. She kneeled with a leg on each side of my hips. I leaned back farther in the bean bags and she started to kiss (literally) from the tip of my nose to the tip of my toes.
My body was glistening in the near darkness with sweat and the moisture from her tongue. I shook as she nibbled and softly kissed my nipples, my body arched in accordance with her’s. It was all I could do to keep my arms at my sides like she had asked. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her beautiful body until the sun came up. Her mouth was on mine and again, and her strong hands started to explore my lower body.
I gasped as her hand suddenly slipped between my legs and begin caressing me there. Kissing forgotten, I laid deeply on the cushions, my body in tremors. She lowered her entire body to the area below my belly. With both hands, she separated my thighs and pressed her thumb into my hole. I moaned softly as she pushed in farther, trying to locate my g-spot. As she searched, her other hand carefully rubbed my clit. In a weak whisper I begged her to pinch it. I badly need to cum and she knew it.
“I said I was in charge here, remember Robin? I have more experience.” I nodded and licked my lips trying to concentrate on her face. My vision was going blurry in the fury of bliss and torture. Her thumb found my g-spot and began rubbing it hard. I let out a cry of anguish and release as I came in her hand. I was still panting and she kissing me again, her body on top of mine, moving in our own rhythm.
Sarah rolled off of me on to the beanbag breathing hard. Her soft tan skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She laid still, out of breath in the darkness. I propped myself up on my elbow and growled, “Now it’s your turn babe!” She squealed at I jumped on top of her pinning her to the disarrayed cushions. I started to kiss and lick down her neck, stopping just before her collarbone. Her well-built body shook and quivered under my own. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and unclasped her bra quickly. Her skirt was unbuttoned and was even more quickly off. I slid down her body and took each of her perfectly formed breasts in each hand. With my index finger and thumb, I gently twisted and teased the nipples until they were hard and erect. I kissed down her breastbone and around her belly button.
She was moaning softly and gyrating her hips as I kissed and continued to rub her breasts. I lowered my body down on her’s again and spread her thighs with my hands. Using my thumb I rubbed her clit, she was already dripping wet and looked like she was ready to burst. I started to kiss her clit and used my hand to locate her g-spot. It wasn’t as hard to find as I thought and I wondered why guys always had problems with it. I softly nibbled on her clitoris and pushed on her g-spot. She screamed and came in my mouth. She looked like she was close to passing out so I crawled up and lying next to her took her in my arms.
We had laid together in the darkness spent for some time just holding each other, when my watch beeped the hour and I checked it. “Oh Crap!” I exclaimed shocked, “Its midnight!”
Sarah jumped up and began placing the beanbag chairs in their rightful places. “I still have a lot to do, my boss is going to freak if I’m on any longer.”
I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders trying to calm her. “Here’s what we’ll do, go down stairs and clock out. I’ll help you finish up what ever you have to do.” She nodded and hurried away after grabbing her clothes. I grabbed my clothes and put them on as quickly as I possibly could.
It took about a half hour to finish everything up, Sarah locked up and I wrapped my arms around her. ”So, do you do this to every one that needs to check out books after hours?”
She laughed and shook her head, “No, I think this is the first time it has ever happen; to me anyhow, I don’t know about the library itself. It’s pretty old!”
I chuckled, “I’ll be back next Friday night, say about 8:30? I'll take you out for coffee when you finish work. I could even help you out again if you like" She nodded smiling the smile that melted me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I drove home in a daze; I was glad I lived only about 15 blocks away because I wouldn’t have made it any farther. I parked and locked my car and walked slowly up to the apartment. I was surprised to find my roommate Scott still up and watching TV in the living room.
"Where have you been?" He asked turning the TV off, he checked clock on the wall. “It’s almost one o’clock!
I sighed wearily and leaned against the door smiling. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you babe." Scott looked at me with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say a thing.
A few days later in the mail, much to my surprise and relief, I received my silver bikini bottoms.